Son-In-Law Madness

In less than three minutes, Terry's one hundred and fifty lackeys were all sprawled across the ground.

Terry glanced at John and kneeled before Donald with a thud.

Only then did he know that John was not the idiot. In actual fact, he and Theron were.

“Sir, I was a fool. Please be magnanimous and forgive me. I beg of you,” Terry pleaded.

Holding a wrench, Donald looked at Terry with an expressionless face and said, “It's too late for an apology. You should repent at the hospital.”

Subsequently, he swiftly struck the latter's head with that wrench.

A crisp bang rang out, and Terry dropped to the ground right away. He was lying on the ground motionlessly, so no one knew if he was still alive.

Upon seeing Donald walking toward Theron, Tracy voluntarily stepped forward and stood between the two men.

“Donald, don't cross the line. After all, he's your wife's uncle. Are you really going to harm your uncle-in-law? Jennifer, you've got to stop your husband! No matter what happens, we're still family!” Tracy exclaimed.

Jennifer emerged from behind the crates but did not take her aunt's side.

After all, neither Theron nor Tracy tried to protect her when Terry threatened to take advantage of her.

“Darling, I don't remember them being relatives of the Wilson family. You're free to do whatever you see fit,” Jennifer uttered.



With those sentences, she basically permitted Donald to punish Theron and Tracy.

Tracy wanted to say something in response, but Donald hit her and her husband with that wrench before she could do so. The injuries they sustained from his merciless attack would undoubtedly require them to be treated in ICUs.

“There's no point being angry at people like them. Come! Let's go home.” Donald held Jennifer's hand and led Leonard and Linda to the parking lot before driving back to the mansion.

As soon as they left, a few police cars arrived at the scene.

Tracy's appearance was nothing but a brief, unpleasant interlude in Donald's life.

After sending Jennifer to the office, he received a call from Gavin.

“Mr. Campbell, you're making my life difficult! Why didn't you tell me the person you kidnapped was the diva, Ruth Chearne?” Gavin grumbled.

Donald was amused. It seems like Gavin and the others have figured out Ruth's identity. So what if they know who she is? Although I'm the one who brought them there, Gavin is the one who wants her to star in his video.

“Isn't it great that she's the diva? Isn't making money your aim for filming those videos? Now that you have Ruth as your leading actress, you should be making a fortune, right?” he asked.



“Fortune, my foot! Things are getting out of control now. Come over as quickly as you can!” Gavin exclaimed.